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Why do people complain,
If they like the pain?
Through the minds of the dead,
They make them bleed red.
A/N: Does this even make sense?
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Dark Minds
PoetryThe dark mind rises, Hair waving in the wind. The silhouette on the horizon, With no piece of light. This is the thoughts of a girl going through life one chapter at a time. All rights reserved Dark Minds @Grey-Quotations101 Currently writing...
